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Day 25 - Orgasm Denial

"My top priority"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Justacritic

"Blazing Bicycle Kick!"

The Meowth knew it was over the moment he heard the hero calling out his signature move. He turned the wheel while his paw stepped on the brake, avoiding the massive fire wheel that hit the ground right next to them; but that's exactly what the rabbit-like hero wanted them to do. The black van was too heavy, and its speed was too high, the idea he could keep control over it was ridiculous. With a loud shriek, the vehicle left imprinted rubber marks on the asphalt as it skidded out of control and right into a construction site.

It spun several times before stopping. The occupants, dizzied, tried to do something. The Obstagoon failed to open the door while the Zoroark failed to keep up a disguise that could make him pass as a hostage. The Meowth, as soon as a slap brought him back to his senses, tried to put the vehicle in motion, but the wheels had got stuck on the muddy terrain left by the rain of that morning; no matter how hard he stepped on the gas, all the tires did were bury deeper.

Seconds later, several Machoke and Machamp had them surrounded, and the fugitive members of the Team Rocket had no other choice but to surrender, having a fantastic view of the Cinderace known as Scarlet Blaze. While everyone had their feet covered in mud, the tall rabbit of blue spandex suit stood proudly over the van with both hands on the hips and his suit impeccable, just the way he liked it. Blue with golden details on the edges and imprints of flames on the chest and legs. The wind waved the cape in a heroic way. Unlike many other Pokemon, his feet were inside shiny white and red boots.

He adjusted the mask covering his eyes, and his ears twitched at the first clap that came from one of the construction workers, the one that started an ovation. Another perfect job with no casualties and no major damage to the city. That was how he liked to finish a mission.

"Thank you! Thank you, everyone!" He talked to his audience, holding both hands in the air to encourage the ovation. "But as always, I couldn't have done this without the fantastic work of our police officers."

He jumped from vehicle to vehicle with graze; the vehicles barely moved at his weight, making it look as if the Cinderace was floating.

"Captain Callahag," Scarlet Blaze said to an old-looking but still threatening Machamp. "Fantastic coordination as always."

"Don't mention it. You're the one who came up with this idea on the fly. You would do a terrific captain," he replied, his voice raspy from all the cigars he had smoked over the years.

The compliment got that sweet side out of him, and his ears moved down to cover up the blushing cheeks.

"I believe my skills are better used on this side, but thank you, Captain," he explained, then looked at the van. A couple of Machamps were taking out the cargo stolen by the Team Rocket, a large and heavy-looking black box with a digital panel on top. "Any idea of what they stole?"

"Not yet. We received straight orders to send it back to the laboratory, despite the protocol."

"What?" Cinderace exclaimed.

"Relax, Scarlet Blaze. I don't think there's anything shady here, but whatever's inside that box must be very important for those scientists."

"It's still suspicious. But I won't stop you from following orders," Scarlet Blaze replied, seeing the box being put inside a police van. "I better get back to patrolling."

"Good idea. Thanks again for the help!"

Scarlet waved at him, then left the place with a strong jump that raised some dust from the ground. He landed on top of a four-story apartment and proceeded with his daily routine, leaving the officers to clean the mess.

However, as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, the young hero still carried the doubt of what was inside that box that was so important for the Team Rocket. It wouldn't be the first time they stole advanced equipment, but as far as he could tell, that one laboratory had nothing of value to them.

But his train of thought stopped as soon as his long ears twitched in response to a weak voice coming from the alley he just passed by. With the elegance he was known for, Scarlet Blaze landed without making a sound; his strong and thick legs were his best trait. With his fists up and his foot ready to shoot a Pyro Ball at the slightest threat, the Cinderace moved forward. His short-trimmed fur bristled after his nose caught a dim scent among the reek of trash and rotting food.

He knew that smell. And he knew the voice he heard. He just couldn't put a face on it. But he knew he was someone close to him...

"Red Rocket."

The soft voice had a small touch of disdain on it. It spoke the words firmly and loud enough for Scarlet Blaze to hear it. And the reaction he got in return was...

Was...

Cinderace couldn't move a single finger. He was conscious of everything taking place around him. His senses had gotten more sensitive, with his ears even hearing the calm and steady breaths from the stranger hiding behind the dumpster. Yet he couldn't move at all.

"Well, well, well, look what the wind brought. A naughty and pesky rabbit."

From the shadows made his entrance a short and slender Meowstic. He had four, and not two, fluffy tails giving him a taller appearance. An elegant white suit that matched his dark bluish fur made him look out of place in that dirty alley. His left eye was covered by the locks of his white mane; the right one expressed in his green pupils enough disgust and disappointment to crush Scarlet Blaze's will.

"It seems someone forgot our date. Again."

"The Calculator!" Scarlet Blaze shrieked, discovering he had control over his mouth and voice.

"What an awful name the media had chosen for me," the Meowstic sighed. "Darling, didn't I tell you to pick a new villain name?"

"What? D-darling?"

Scarlet Blaze was confused. Not only did he have no idea why he couldn't move, despite how much he tried, but the words and familiarity with which the villain talked with him made him feel both uncomfortable and... strangely happy.

"For a Pokemon so fast you're not very smart."

The Calculator stood right before him. His closeness provoked an intense desperation in the rabbit. The Meowstic was a cunning villain whose intellect had defeated even the strongest heroes, yet he lacked the strength to defend himself in close combat. That's why he never let anyone get closer to him. If he could land a single blow on him, Scarlet Blaze would bring to an end his reign of terror!

If only he could move...

"Pyro Dick!"

A mock of one of his movements, and the trigger chosen by the Calculator, better known as Justin Cai, a prodigy student from Grape Academy, and Scarlet Blaze's boyfriend.

"H-honey!"

The trigger unlocked all of Cinderace's memories, whose real name was Ken Naozumi. But instead of being panicked over the revelation that his boyfriend was a supervillain, the rabbit feared for his life after remembering his promise to have lunch together, a date he skipped after choosing to stop Team Rocket's heist.

"Fuck! Sweetheart, I-"

"I don't wanna hear it, darling. I know you were busy being a hero. As always," he put a hand against his forehead and threw an overreacted sigh. "Oh, poor, poor me, waiting alone at the restaurant and being judged by other couples. I can still hear their ill comments."

Ken believed himself to be a good and loving boyfriend, yet he had put his hero duties above his relationship several times. As a consequence, he has put Justin in shame, who waited for a rabbit who wouldn't arrive at the fancy dinner he himself organized. And that had happened more times the Meowstic would like to admit.

Cinderace was about to say something else, but his boyfriend interrupted him.

"Strip."

A simple command said once again with a firm but calm voice. Ken moved like a doll and began to remove his precious blue suit, revealing an athletic body covered in white, red, and yellow fur, trimmed so short it left the muscles visible. He wasn't thinking about taking off his clothes, his body acted on its own, going against his wishes. It was as if he had become a mere spectator of his life, where he could only express his ideas and nothing else.

"Do you have an idea of how humiliating is to wait alone at a table with everyone looking as I tell the waiter for the third time you'll be there soon?" as soon as his boyfriend was fully naked, with his precious suit on top of a closed dumpster to keep it clean, he said. "Squirm."

With that command, a huge wave of pleasure made the rabbit moan, his legs shaking under his weight. A big smile on his face, and his tongue hung out of it, drooling profoundly from the memories of the weeks of edging coming back to him; a pleasure built up over days of torment that no normal male would have endured.

"It's not exactly the treatment I deserve, especially from a mighty and noble hero like yourself. Edge."

Ken knelt down. His body followed the instructions engraved by Justin in his mind from the very beginning. Two slobbery fingers went inside his loose hole, a hand jerking off his throbbing cock, and a pleading look from his red eyes that was met with a warm and lovely smile, one that didn't match his current persona.

"Darling, I love you, but I've been very lonely recently. I do respect and allow you to continue with your duties, even those that have stopped MY plans. However, what I can't allow is an absent boyfriend, especially if I have rejected opportunities to spend time with you."

Justin knelt before him; even when he was still shorter than Ken, it was clear who was in control. The rabbit nodded at what he had said while his body continued torturing him; his fingers had reached his prostate, but he wasn't pressing it hard nor jerking off fast enough for him to reach his climax. He stood there, right at the edge of it, with the pleasure increasing more and more at the tip of his pre-leaking cock, yet he couldn't cum.

"Speaking of," he laid a finger on Ken's nose. "Wonderful performance today. Another heist was stopped by the Blazing Hero. Although I was expecting that package you recovered," Justin began a seductive walk around him, swaying his hips while the fluffy tails caressed the rabbit's face. "Not happy with putting your job above me, you also have to foil my plans. Like the scientists you rescued while I waited at the amusement park, or the TMs you recovered as I was alone at my High School reunion; they were so excited to meet you."

Justin took his time to remind Ken of all the times he had put heroism over love, without stopping his teasing at any moment. He knew how much the rabbit loved his tails. He could see in the dripping cock how much he needed to cum. If it wasn't for the triggers set in his mind, even a soft caress to his manhood would've been enough for him to reach his climax. It was fun.

"How long has it been since we started? Two weeks? Three?"

"I-I-I... I d-d-don't remember...!" Ken replied between moans.

"Of course, you don't. There are many things you don't remember. And trust me, it's better this way."

The pleasure has turned into torture. Ken knew all he had to do was press a bit harder with his fingers; that sweet spot had been teased for so long. But no matter how hard he tried to move his fingers, his body rejected his orders. It was like a well-oiled machine made to follow up a series of specific movements, with edging as the only goal it was programmed to do.

It had become so intense tears had started to roll down his cheeks. More and more memories kept coming back to him. All the many similar scenarios where Justin, either as a civilian or as The Calculator, tortured him with edging sessions that lasted for hours. And the more he remembered, the stronger the sensation became. His saliva had gotten so thick, and the pre oozing from his cock was so much it could've fooled anyone into thinking the rabbit had come already.

"H-honey! Please! This isn't fair! Y-you know I love you!"

The Meowstic stopped. The desperate look from his red eyes got through him. Justin knew he had gone a bit too far with the edging. With a growl, he knelt before the rabbit and bopped his nose.

"Stop."

Ken recovered immediately control over his body and left his erogenous areas alone. Between huffs and moans, the rabbit looked at his beloved boyfriend, who wasn't trying to hide the hurt in his eyes.

"It's not fair for me either. We haven't got time for ourselves recently, and I need you to be present in my life," Justin dropped a heavy sigh, then picked up the suit from the dumpster, while helping his boyfriend to get up. "Dinner. Tonight. You'll make the reservations. And I don't wanna hear any excuse."

"Yes, yes! It won't happen again!"

Just as it started, his pleasure came to an end. The triggers acted like the strings of a puppeteer, controlling each and every aspect of his mind; Justin could make the rabbit cum with a simple command if he wanted to, but seeing him squirm over a prolonged edging session was more entertaining to him.

"Erase this encounter from your memory. You will only remember you can't miss our date again."

Ken dressed up normally, paying no attention to Justin's words. When he finished and looked before him, he found himself alone in the alley. He landed there after hearing a voice asking for help but his fine ears didn't hear anything else after it.

"I must be tired," he said, then left to continue patrolling. He just stopped for a moment to call his boyfriend and apologize for not being in time to have breakfast and offered a fancy dinner as compensation.

Justin, still hiding in the shadows, agreed to it.

Ken had the best idea in mind. He made reservations at the same restaurant he took him for the first date: a small but lovely Japanese restaurant. "They serve the best ramen in town," that's how the Cinderace convinced him. And Justin loved it! It served as a great way to reconnect after being absent for so long.

He wanted to dress properly for the night: a lovely black suit over a white shirt, with a red bowtie standing out. On the other hand, Justin arrived with the same clothes he liked to wear at the campus: a blue navy vest on top of a white long-sleeved shirt, and tight black denim jeans.

"Sorry I couldn't bring something more appropriate," the Meowstic immediately apologized. "The project is taking longer than I expected. We met with a couple of troubles."

The "project" was a Mind Controlling Device, and the "couple of troubles" were Scarlet Blaze.

"It's fine. You look beautiful no matter what."

Justin hid his blush with his tails, a gesture he knew Ken loved.

"I already ordered what you mentioned, it will be here soon," Ken continued.

"Excellent. I'm starving."

The couple began to talk about their days as normal, sharing what Ken Naozumi and Justin Cai did. Justin knew Ken was Scarlet Blaze; figuring that out didn't suppose a problem considering his reckless behavior, proper of many young heroes trying to make a name for themselves.

Ken, however, couldn't remember Justin was The Calculator. His boyfriend shared that detail with him after a very intense and very vocal roleplay session; unfortunately for the Blazing hero, Justin already had set a couple of triggers as a precaution, and since then had been playing with his memory so the Cinderace couldn't remember that particular detail unless Justin wanted to.

Funny enough, Ken had admitted he doesn't care he's a villain. And although some of Justin's reasons for keeping his identity a secret might be a bit twisted, he also did it to keep Ken safe.

The dinner was going perfectly, with the couple sharing compliments and kind words while under the table their feet talked the secret language only lovers knew, with slow and tender caresses that expressed how they wanted the night to end.

Ken couldn't hear it over the sound from the other tables, but his subconsciousness caught the triggers said by Justin, and his body reacted to each one of them. His cock throbbed, a notorious bulge pushed and stained the expensive trousers. He bit down his lower lip while the gears in his mind began to play the many things he wanted to do with the Mewostic.

That was until his cellphone received a particular notification. One completely different from the others. The mere sound made Ken jump in his seat, and he rushed to pick up the call.

"Scarlet Blaze. We need your assistance," it was the Captain. "Team Rocket had attacked the same laboratory from this morning. Not only did they steal the recovered cargo, but also kidnapped a couple of scientists."

Ken kept a calm face as he listened to the call. But his ears twitched, and his mind was invaded by a fear that froze his blood. He looked at Justin and smiled, his boyfriend was enjoying one of the gyozas he stole from him. He didn't know why, but something deep inside him told him he couldn't leave the table. Not again.

"Hey, I'm a little busy right now. Is there someone else you can call?"

"Busy? That's not your usual answer. Is everything ok?"

Ken reached for Justin's hand, who only giggled in response. A bit of soy sauce was dripping from one side of his mouth.

"I'm having a date with my boyfriend. I hope you can understand."

A silence only broke by his sick and old breathing. Then the captain said:

"Very well. Personal life is important too, Scarlet Blaze. I'll get in touch with the other heroes. Have a good evening, you two."

Ken hung up and put the cell phone on the table.

"What is it?" Justin asked.

"Something happened at work. They wanted me to be there. But I have something more important to attend right now?"

Justin licked his lips while his foot reached for Ken's bulge under the table.

"Just right now? And I was about to suggest we have the dessert at home."

His foot knew exactly what to do. Ken squirmed in his seat, and the wooden chopsticks snapped under the strength of his grip.

"F-from now on and forever, darling. You're my top priority," he whined.

"That's better. I love you, Bunny Hubs."

The pleasure was coming back. Faint memories of their edging sessions flashed before his eyes. Ken leaned over the table, tongue out, with thick blobs of saliva dripping off it.

"I love you too, Catto."